"The shoes are broken, the hat is broken, the Taoist robe on the body is broken..."

"You laugh at me, he laughs at me, a sword breaks..."

"The blessings of the infinite Heavenly Lord will be born, and the blessings of the infinite Heavenly Lord will be born..."

"hey-hey!"

"Wobu noodle, four dollars per dollar."

There were strange sounds coming from the pit. Fortunately, there was no one around at this time, otherwise I would have to be scared.

The person who made the sound was naturally Lin Dong.

He didn't know what he was saying or doing...

To be precise, he was almost crazy at this time.

If this continues, better results may become like Jigong.

If it is a little worse, it will probably be captured by the little crocodiles.

As for whether to be eaten or dissipated by alien life, he doesn't know.

"What's this……"

However, just as he was about to become crazy and stupid, his hands suddenly touched the bronze rust, and then he woke up.

It’s like taking antihypertensive drugs for many years.

Of course, many people probably cannot understand this feeling.

What I really want to say is roughly equivalent to a basin of cold water suddenly poured down from my head in the summer.

No matter how confused a person is, he can recover from that state immediately.

This is true for Lin Dong.

"Whatever it is, it will be of great benefit to me!"

He grabbed the bronze rust with his right hand and dared not let go, for fear of falling into a state of confusion. His left hand was slowly using the Qingping Sword to dig out the objects below bit by bit.

I don't know how long it took, and as night fell, he finally saw the detailed appearance of the objects buried below.

That is a tripod.

The cauldron carved with various vivid animals or objects such as phoenixes, pottery, ears, knives, halberds, and large crossbows.

However, these were not enough to surprise Lin Dong. What surprised him the most was the two words that appeared after he turned over the tripods.

"Qingzhou."

Just two words have already revealed its origin.

Qingzhou Ding.

According to legend, one of the nine tripods written by Dayu.

It has many legends, whether it is mythological, historical, or various unofficial historic ones.

However, no matter what kind of record, the Nine Tripods belong to the best in China.

The earliest Si Muwu square cauldron excavated in later generations is the absolute national treasure.

And that national treasure is many times worse than the previous one.

Or, it is not an existence of the same level at all.

After all, the meaning and status of the Nine Tripods before Qin was equated with the imperial seal.

The imperial seals are all national treasures, let alone the nine tripods in front of them.

The profound history it represents can almost occupy most of the entire Chinese history.

Even more.

"hiss……"

While thinking, Lin Dong suddenly remembered the area where he stood, and a heavy idea appeared in his heart.

"Didn't Qin Shihuang melt all the nine tripods back then, but chose to place them separately in Jiuzhou?"

The area he is currently in is the boundary of Qingzhou, one of the ancient nine states.

And finding the Qingzhou Ding here doesn’t seem to be too shocking.

But if the guess is true, it would be terrifying.

"The most important thing is that it seems to have real spirituality..."

Lin Dong swallowed, held the Qingzhou Ding tightly with both hands, and murmured: "My inner demons have been suppressed."

"How is this possible?"

To be honest, he didn't believe it.

Because he had already made it to be a half-crazy person, but he never expected that he would recover just by grasping a trace of copper rust from the Qingzhou Ding.

The meaning of this has subverted his former views.

Once upon a time, he believed that the Nine Tripods only had their historical value.

But now, he didn't dare to think so.

How can something that can easily suppress the inner demons only have historical value?

Of course, the above is not the most terrifying thing, the most terrifying thing is...

"If the Nine Dings have their mythical status, then..."

Lin Dong no longer dares to continue to imagine.

If the Nine Triads really have its mythical representation, then he can almost be sure that some terrible monks must have been born on this land in the past.

Even the group of Qi Refiners in the Pre-Qin period are likely to exist in this world.

Although they disappeared.

But, they are likely to have just been dormant for the time being.

Lin Dong even suspected that they were waiting.

Wait for the problems in this world to change reversibly, or move in a good direction.

"Maybe, they are not lucky, and they have already fallen into the state of inner demons when they break through a certain state, and they will never survive in this life..."

"But, isn't I the only one who is lucky in this world?"

"Where are the other eight tripods?"

"Are you occupied by others?"

"Or, more recently, are there any other representative things that are similar to the nature of the Nine Dings..."

Thinking about it carefully is terrifying!

If you follow this thought, it means that there are many terrible existences in this world.

They are much older than Lin Dong's history.

The question is, why did they disappear? Is it because they were the first person to start practicing?

The most important thing is that according to historical legends, the reason why Dayu wanted to cast the Nine Cauldrons was that there was a fierce man before who turned into an immortal and left after casting the cauldrons.

Yes, it is the Huangdi himself, who ascended the most and was one of the most undisputed ancestors of the land of China.

There is a legend that he ascended directly to three thousand women.

There is also a legend that he casts a cauldron and turns into an immortal.

There are legends...

There are many similar legends. Anyway, no matter what, this Huangdi, who is highly likely to be Lin Dong's ancestor, must have ascended.

Once upon a time, Lin Dong thought this was all fake.

But now thinking about it, is all this really fake?

He can even reach this point, why can't his ancestors?

Isn't this a joke?

As he thought about it, Lin Dong fell asleep with the tripod in his arms. He had not had a good rest in the past few days. In addition, the internal nuisance caused by fatigue from the inside out.

Although many new problems have emerged, his mood has relaxed at this moment.

After all, Huangdi ascended as he ascended. As for his ancestors, could he still harm him?

As for those Qi Refiners, he was prepared for some reason, but there was no need to be too prepared. Since they didn't go out of the mountain, there was a reason why they didn't go out of the mountain.

For a while, there is no need to worry about this matter.

Thinking of this, he snored slightly after a while and fell asleep.

...

Just as Lin Dong was sleeping in the dark with Qingzhou Ding in his arms, a mess of chaos arose in the palace.

"Taibai Star appears at night, which is a great ominous thing!"

The people from the Taishi Bureau knelt down below, and everyone's face was pale.

According to ancient books, this is a sign of chaos in the world.

"Your Majesty, I think I should follow my predecessors and issue an edict to blame myself!"

Zhuge Zheng, I stood up.

Zhao Ji, who was hidden behind the scenes, was also a little panicked. Just as he was about to nod and agreed, Cai Jing's appearance made him shut up.

"Your Majesty, you must not. It is the first month of the year. If you issue an edict to guilt, wouldn't it be..."

Cai Jing looked at Zhuge Zheng, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then disappeared.
Chapter completed!